Spring yin

It is still winter, the cold air has not gone, and the cold air is blowing! Spring is dense. You see, people are jubilant and full of flavor of the year, which means that Spring Festival is coming and spring is bred. Look again, the sun at noon is warm, and it seems that the spring is shining. The frozen river surface also became loose, and the ground seemed to have cracks. Spring was enchanting! At this time, people went out of their homes one after another to buy New Year goods to welcome the Spring Festival. The surging strength flows slowly like blood. On one hand, the New Year is coming, and the other hand, the spring is coming, preparing for the preparatory work of next spring. As we all know, spring is the season when everything recovers and is also the key season of the year. With the sowing of spring, the harvest after autumn comes; With the bright spring, the quiet beauty of autumn comes; With the dense spring, the flowers bloom in summer. It can be seen that spring is an important season. Once spring is lost, it cannot make up for one year’s achievements. Now, spring is coming, how can people not feel excited? How can we not plan the scenery for the next year? If you want the flowers to be beautiful, you have to fertilize and water them in advance; If you want the scenery to be beautiful, you have to do the previous preparatory work well. Only by sprinkling high-quality seeds in spring can there be numerous fruits after autumn. Only by laying a good foundation can we enjoy beauty. Now we have a superior environment and a broad road, which are all caused by the hard work of our predecessors and their efforts to save our energy. Without the preparation of ancestors, there would be no elegance of descendants. If we want to achieve a bright future, we must hurry up and plan for the future from now on. Without today’s start, there will be no future achievements. Now, although spring has not entered, but spring is dawn, why don’t we have passion rippling, and the heart of spring is everywhere? Why not brew the beautiful season of spring? It is better to have a spring dream now. The seeds of the coming year are bred in the dream. The seeds will take root and sprout only when the spring comes; The seeds will spread when the spring light shines; only when the spring breeze comes, the seeds will turn a new leaf; Only when the spring rain moistens, the seeds will thrive. In this way, our future will not be better! Spring is dense, and my heart is surging! It is the ripples in our hearts. Without reminding, people are also surging, telling the scenery of next year one after another. Just before the time, people can’t express themselves. Their narration is also the intersection of heart and heart, and the blooming of heart and heart. When spring comes, ideological trends will spread. The dense atmosphere of spring actually indicates people’s yearning for and surging for spring. When there is brewing, when there is excitement. In the cold winter, people have long been longing for the coming of spring, which has already aroused the ripples of the heart of spring. Spring is dense, and my heart is surging! It is also the return of nature. Winter is over, and spring is coming. This is how the four seasons alternate! We should make plans and preparations in advance. When the Swallows fly, our mood will be happy; When the season arrives, we will sing loudly. The season has not arrived, and the heart is surging; When the season comes, the heart is flying. At the end of the winter, we should be filled with the breath of spring. When the spring girl comes out, we can come on stage. We will not miss the opportunity or the future, and show our life with great strength. Life has to be like this. Before the time comes, you can walk a good life with a rippling mood. On the contrary, when the season comes and the thought is not coming, how can there be a better harvest? How can we have a beautiful future? Spring is dense and our heart is surging, which is our latent period and also an essential link in our life. Only when you are in a good mood can you pave the way for your life. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Yi Wei

Wen/Xin Hai Yi Wei years will come to an end. For me, this year may be the suffering and transition of life. The desire for a better life is something that every living person enjoys. For the sake of your dreams, you will always feel that you are OK. When a person challenges life with his own confidence and potential perseverance, it is actually a happy and sad thing. What he likes is that he is competitive and wants to do something; What is sad is that, when I accept the challenge, have I really thought about the feasibility of the goal, the specific solutions to the difficulties, the completion date and other detailed factors. People often see that most of the people who have great ambitions but fail to achieve their goals and live in poverty and hardship are like this. Take life and life as a kind of gamble, but not a gamble. They think that they will succeed as long as they work hard and have full confidence. From the bottom of my heart, I am appreciate this kind of spirit very much, but I’m afraid it is just a kind of spirit at this time. Chinese society has always been conservative. They think that people’s life is very short and they need to be prepared for danger in times of peace. It is also emphasized that if the heaven will give great responsibility to the people of Sri Lanka, he must first suffer his mind. The long history of the Chinese nation is probably inseparable from this conservative attitude towards life. Perhaps, you have to say that there is also a life of pride and joy, don’t make the golden bottle empty to the moon? Yes, this situation is so imposing, but it is just a temporary pleasure in the wine and meat field, which can only be counted as a kind of generous mood. With the drive of information exchange, cultural integration and economic growth rate, this advantage of our nation has been washed gradually, and the new generation has become a great family of moonlight, Nee and gnawing relatives. This kind of consciousness of emancipating the mind, looking at GDP and leading consumption may win a seemingly happy life for a while. However, the estrangement between miserable life and beautiful ideal has become the happy laughter of real estate developers, various banks and government economic leading groups. Bitterness and happiness are actually separated by a wall. One step forward from bitterness is happiness, and one step forward from happiness is bitterness. How long is life, how short is life, what is money, what is life, what is happiness, is it worth pondering by the current impetuous US? A person needs left-right coordination, forward, need left-right legs step each other; Things need left-right hand cooperation. Any successful thing cannot be the contribution of one person. But in the society, we often see an illusion, which is the dazzling halo. When Alibaba Group is strong, we think Jack Ma is awesome; When China has a dream to benefit the public, we think Xi is unprecedented; In all kinds of things, the halo is often the most confused place, those who don’t know the details worship blindly, where the halo is more dazzling, but your time and your life are no longer back. But in the end, you still have no clue. After getting hot, you are full of melancholy. Returning to small places, people need to understand and cooperate with each other. The success of a thing and an enterprise is often the result of everyone working together for a clear goal. The goal mentioned here is the general goal of an enterprise, or the small goal of a small department within one hour. Calm attitude, realistic attitude, neither too tight nor too slow, polite, such plain is the real pace of doing things, is the indispensable component of success. On the premise of a big goal, I finished it myself. You should understand to wait and even help your teammates; When you are waiting, you should not be annoyed because of this. You still need to have a peaceful mind to complete the remaining 1.1. The strategic thing is the unique vision. Integrate into a team and be the one who should do well. There is no need to show the light outside this molecule, because there is no need at this moment. We are all thoughtful people who can think about anything, but understanding does not mean showing, and knowing does not necessarily mean speaking out. Otherwise, we will be in a bad situation. How to get rid of the unbearable situation? No matter when and where you are, you should recognize where you are, work forward peacefully and redouble your efforts. Only when you work harder than others can you get out of the misery. A kind of imbalance can only get a new balance if you contend with another kind of imbalance. Life is so long, out of the bitter sea, must be unknown, just like Taoism closed the door to practice. In 2015-12-25, Xinhai was made in Yongcheng Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow vanished in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

The small building had another east wind last night, and the past was unbearable. Yes, this sentence comes from Li Yu’s “Yu Meiren”, which is also a masterpiece left by him when he became a prisoner. After reading such poems, I have to say that it is the blessing of life, although it is a little sad, helpless, melancholy and unbearable, and a little cruel, but it is undoubtedly the most difficult memory in life. The poem corresponding to Li Yu’s poem is the song of jiangchengzi in Dongpo: ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don’t think about it, I will never forget it. This poem expresses Dongpo’s infinite yearning for his wife. Although it is an unbearable memory, its sincere convey makes many people sigh with joy and tears. Yes, as the years go away, some memories are destined to be deposited in my heart. Just like Li Yu and dongpo, they will recover from the bottom of their hearts from time to time. Although the ways, forms and styles of recovery are quite different, for people like Li Yu and dongpo, perhaps memory has become the reason and the only thought for them to live on. Therefore, I want to say that in a sense, memory has gone beyond the scope of memory. It should be the flower of soul or the lingering and appealing life tit. To be more precise, when the memory is frozen into the moment of memory, memory has become the vine and willow branch that takes root of life. Especially those unforgettable and painful memories, which make many lives bitter but never disappear! I lost my pride. Yang lost his willow. The Willow rose up to the sky., suddenly it was reported that the world once lost a tiger, tears flew into a basin of rain. This is the reply of Chairman Mao Zedong who read Li Shuyi’s poems during the Spring Festival of 1995. This poem is written with feelings, delicate and sincere feelings. It describes Mao Zedong’s deep-rooted love for his wife Yang Kaihui and the unbearable memory of being killed. It can be said that it is the eternal pain in Mao Zedong’s life, this pain makes this memory become the eternal sound. After that, his son an Ying unfortunately died in the Korean battlefield, which made his life fall into an unbearable situation of memory again. He didn’t pick up the pen like Citron and splash ink like before, but from time to time, he browsed his son’s relics again and again, of course, together with those unbearable memories. Some people say that it is good to have memory, while others say that memory is sometimes as beautiful as poppies, and it does not hurt your body when you look at it from a distance, while when you look at it in a short distance, it will make your soul disappear. Especially those unbearable memories in life are more painful. However, in any case, memory, like things in the world, has both positive and negative sides, like a double-edged sword. It hurts itself and achieves itself at the same time. On this point, everyone is the same. It’s just that literati and moguists have more humanistic feelings than ordinary people. Like the poems written by Li Yu, they are all full of soul and soul, just like the Azalea crying with blood. It is because of this that reading is impressive, thinking is exasperating, and subjugation is only hateful that makes them sigh three times, the soul in the deep memory dances to the wind, and the wind stops and the tree is not quiet to be honest, all memories from the soul are basically gray, even black, because of this, it is often remembered by life, and gradually goes away with the years. Mao Zedong, a great man, once said to Edgar Snowe that the death of Kaihui made me hard to redeem. It can be seen that the pain in his heart has reached what kind of situation. On the contrary, it was because of the sacrifice of Kaihui that the memory in Mao Zedong’s heart often stayed in the beautiful memory, which added more weight to the memory. Of course, Dongpo and Yi An are not like this. It is worth mentioning that Yi Anju’s heart is hard to remember or the past experiences are more. Jin people invaded the central plains, her country was broken, she left her hometown, her husband died of illness in a foreign land, and the antiques were full of pains and disasters of being cheated. Until her old age, she still couldn’t go back to her dream hometown. Perhaps because of these painful memories in her heart, her life, life and poems are more readable and more memorable! I remember that more than twenty years ago, I read a book named gulag Islands written by soon, which brought me no less psychological shock than an earthquake of magnitude 8. Soron wrote: during the 34 years from 1929 to 1953, at least 14 million people were imprisoned in Gulag, and more than 7 million Soviet citizens were exiled to the reclamation areas of Soviet Union for reclamation. During the transformation of the former Soviet Union Ministry of Internal Affairs to the Russian National Security Agency, a large number of documents about Gulag were decrypted, some of which made accurate statistics on the number of people imprisoned in gulag in different periods: in 1934, the number of prisoners serving sentences in Gulag was about 510307; 1953 of the prisoners surged to about 1727970. Although political prisoners of Soviet Union were partially allocated to Gulag concentration camp, most of the prisoners imprisoned in Gulag were not political prisoners, and any Soviet citizens might be absent from work for no reason and steal, or they were arrested and exiled to concentration camps for joking against the government. Among them, 2.6 million cases were tried by Russian secret police in the former Soviet Union. Although the scale of the former Soviet Union concentration camp was greatly reduced after Stalin died of illness in 1953, according to official files, the labor reform camp still existed until Gorbachev era. Right! The inhuman life, the inhuman treatment and the inhuman torture are not only the unbearable memories of Soong, but also the common memories of all Soviet Union and human beings. I have to say here, some unbearable memories are caused by natural and man-made disasters, such as Tangshan earthquake in 76 and Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, which are unavoidable, while some unbearable memories are man-made, such as gulag, Nanjing Massacre, cultural Revolution and so on, it should be said to be the disaster of human beings, but also the crazy behavior of trampling on human dignity, freedom and will. Life is eager for happiness, peace, health and beauty, which are all voices of justice and reasonable requirements. It is worth everyone to cherish and shout! Crossing the history and returning to the reality, I seem to have gone through a century. With the rhythm of my heart, the old guitar in my hand sometimes rises and falls, winds, sorrows and softness, I can’t help praying silently. May God care for human life, may those who die for Justice and Justice rest in peace, and may every life living on the Earth have more beautiful memories, stay away from unbearable memories, so that we can see more smiling faces like roses in spring, blooming our own beauty in the sunshine! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Chinese New Year

It is so fast that I am still thinking about how to buy New Year’s goods in my mind. Lantern Festival is just around the corner. The sound of crashing firecrackers, the booming spring couplets, the red lanterns, all kinds of spitting and shouting Spring Festival Gala, these traditional folk atmosphere inherited this experience for up to five thousand years, but just made its mark, A country that continues to march towards a great dream with its own unique steps has ignited the passion of all nations at this moment, setting off the jubilation and happiness of our Chinese children. In, with the smell of sulfur remaining in the air gradually drifting away, everything will be calm after firecrackers and fireworks. The shadow of life is still floating with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, mixed with acid, sweet, bitter, spicy. I continued to live the life I deserved in the years and followed the trembling dream. Maybe life is plain after all, just like what is sung in the song, plain is the truth. Ordinary life and plain years continue to describe peaceful life in words. My son grew up gradually, leaving us a sigh. Maybe it was seven years of itch. I bickered with my wife about some small things, which actually hurt my feelings. After that, we felt very guilty and uncomfortable in each other’s heart, but when you get emotional, you lose your mind again. Interestingly, every time I spoke loudly at home, my son, who was less than two years old, would shout loudly to me: BA, BA, especially the father behind me, had a long lingering sound. Or maybe I am too stubborn and stubborn in character, which arouses waves that should not have happened in the peaceful life. I like to see the Endless Mountains in the distance at dusk. On the last day of lunar December, I had a rare leisure time driving my wife on the clean asphalt road, through the window, the afterglow in the sky is so beautiful. Looking at the faint yellow sunset from a distance, it was really like broken egg yolk. A piece of red halo, there are quiet layers of mountains. The mountains behind the mountains are just like carved and inlaid on the horizon by the God of ghost axe. It is a natural beautiful landscape painting. The sky in the red glow and the tranquil mountain should have been a very beautiful picture scroll. My father came all the way to this small town to celebrate the new year with us. In the old man’s heart, what he was most eager to see should be his grandson. He watched his father and son laughing together on the floor and playing cars together, the old man’s face overflowed with a satisfied smile. He always had an unfinished wish in his father’s heart; That was to see an old leader who once served as a soldier in Miaoergou, Xinjiang in his lifetime, and he always kept thinking about it, how good the old leader is. The day before my father prepared to go back to Xi’an, after many twists and turns, finally with the help of the kind police officer of the public security bureau, I found an old leader who had lost contact with my father for thirty-three years. At that time, when the public security bureau got through, my father’s excited mood can be described by the current fashion words, which is almost explosive. Life is not easy; Life is not easy; In the glorious years, the precious feelings in the hearts of those veterans are not easy! On the night when I left for Jinan, my father was very excited and drank a lot of white wine. There were some sorrows to his grandson when he left, and some sincere and eager yearning for his old chief and old comrades-in-arms. Life is always hard to separate. For the sake of family and children, father and mother have to live in two places. Mother takes care of the children for us, and father has to take care of the distant home. To be honest, it is really hard for the elderly. Maybe I am not a good father, let alone a good son! He failed to give his wife and son a rich family, and did not fulfill his son’s responsibilities. Annual Lunar calendar back his wife’s family to father-in-law, mother a New Year call. For more than half a year, my wife had never met her parents, and the yearning for home was completely controlled by the steering wheel in my hand and the accelerator under my feet. My son happily played with his wife in the back seat. It was already dusk when I got home. When it was time to turn on the lights, my son’s little temper came up. When I got off the bus, I saw the dim lights in the cottage in my hometown, and the warmth and comfort without floor heating, he couldn’t do anything if he wanted to go high or low. His mother held him. He pointed his nose outside and cried with tears, Baba-go. Really helpless, there is no law at all. My mother-in-law looked at the Battle of my grandson, burning incense and praying. According to the local customs, was the child scared at that place? My mother-in-law had been busy for a long time, but the little boy still had to leave, it was really impossible. Our family of three drove to the city to find a hotel to stay in that night. Once he arrived at the hotel, he was so excited that it really made the little guy laugh and cry. During the Spring Festival, there is always a strong smell when I was young. How to say it is just like Starbucks’s strong latte fragrance. After the winter vacation, I began to look forward to the coming of the year happily. I was really lucky to wear new clothes, set off firecrackers, eat dumplings and get lucky money. I grew up slowly, but when I was getting close, I always saw the towering red and white chimney in the distance and the large wisp of white smoke on my way to and from work, in the morning, it slowly wriggled and floated like clouds, and in the night of Hui ink, it seemed to be painted on the horizon, with such a big white hook. Looking at the Milky Way and the bright moon all over the sky, the White hook is like a natural generation. When we look at the stars, the stars may also look at us, standing under the sky and looking at the starry sky, suddenly feel that the night is so quiet, I felt as if I was standing in the middle of the infinite grassland looking up, and I became smaller and smaller, just like ants on the ground. The new year is still the year that I once passed, but the taste is weak. The new year is a yearning for life; A yearning for relatives; A small summary of your life. The family reunion is a little pleasant for the family. As for the Spring Festival Gala, except for the host at the opening ceremony, I guess not many people can remember what was played in the TV on New Year’s Eve in the next day in the past two years! After the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, the aftertaste of all years is completely faded and dispersed. But the time is still the same, life is still the same, the life is booming, and it is just beginning on the road of life Wen/Ma Libin Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Spring

Spring is coming, and the spring color is also flooding! If spring is installed in people’s hearts, wouldn’t it be better! Then, people’s mood is as warm as spring, and life will also become happy! It is a pity that the mood in the past was so pale and desolate, just like the ice and snow in winter, which made people feel cold! Teach cooling! Now, finally, it is spring, the spring color touches the heart, and the mood gradually warms up —– in fact, the bitterness in life is like a cloud lingering in people’s hearts. As long as the clouds are clear, the sun is shining, and the mood is drying, life will be better. There was no warm sunshine in the past gloomy clouds. If there was light shining and colored dyeing, why worry about the bad life! Now, spring has come to us frequently. The spring breeze blows on our faces, and the spring scenery shines wildly. If it spreads to each of us, our mood will be warm and our mood will be happy. If you have a damp mind and bad thoughts and behaviors, you may as well let the sun shine and let the spring shine. Suddenly there will be a piece of spring green, vigorous and carefree. Your mind will be sunny, and your mind will grow a green shade. On the road of life, it will be rich and luxuriant, and fragrant! Spring is a bright season, and spring is even more drunk! Entering the spring is like entering a hundred gardens; Entering the bright spring weather is like opening a colorful Road. Let your mind open, relaxed and happy! Spring can not only dye your appearance, but also dye your heart, making your heart brighter! Make your heart better! Spring staining atrial! The mood not only grows green, but also always keeps a vigorous state of mind. From then on, the mood is no longer wet and moldy, but will become bright and passionate. Happy mood, sunny mood, life is obviously better. No longer feel cold, no longer indifferent. Gradually, people’s life will gradually extend, and even climax will appear on the road of life! Spring staining atrial! People also seem to be spirited and passionate. Worry no fighting? Why worry that there is no prosperous scene? As long as the heart is green, there will be abundant energy; As long as the mentality is sunny, there will be greater achievements; As long as the mood is dyed, colorful light will rush out, there will be spectacular situations in life! Spring color dyed atrium, may as well have a try! Don’t just let the spring shine to the earth. If it sprinkles on your heart and dazzles your mood, your heart will grow green shade. Only when there is green shade can there be the possibility of harvest; Only when there is green shade can there be green grass. Everyone wants to enrich their own life, and if they want to have a luxuriant tree, they have to plant a full seed in their hearts. Only in the next year can there be hope of flowering and fruiting. How can I gain without spring scenery? Let the spring color dye the heart, let the passion fly all over the sky. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Woman

Women’s beauty celebrate women’s festivals women’s beauty can be seen separately. Opening the history books, many definitions can be found out from what the ancient talented women did, and one word runs through it: love. The beauty of a woman lies in the great love for the motherland. During the pre-Qin period, there were frequent disputes among countries. Fearing that her country was invaded, Mrs. Xu Mu begged to marry Qi to find a backer. But the short-sighted father didn’t listen. If the country is invaded, the nation will soon be subjugated. Regardless of the obstruction of her husband’s family, Mrs. Xu Mu drove back and sought help from the great powers to protect her motherland from extinction. She denounced the man Baier’s thought, which was not as good as mine. Patriotism is the only thing that can be seen. Spring and Autumn Lu National paint Virgo patriotism amounted Acme. Worried that the monarch is old, the country will be bullied and cry day and night, being ridiculed by the older age worried to marry. When Huai Zhong was suspicious, he was greedy for life. If you can’t understand it, you will die clearly. Think for the country, worry for the country, and dedicate your body and even your life to the country. From Liu Xijun to Wang Zhaojun and Princess Dayi, many flowery women left the frontier fortress and acted as messengers of peace with their bodies of youth. Sad, lamenting, crying and painful songs “Sad Song”, “resentment poem” and “poem with screen” sing all kinds of tastes. They are still strong alive and bearing selflessly, our loyalty to our country is steadfast. Men can not let them go home, they can forget them. But history remembers them, and how many praises are sung for a long time. The beauty of a woman is more brave and dedicated to love. In the Spring and Autumn period of Jin Dynasty, Zhao NV sang songs to save her father and moved the general Jane Zi. The young girl of Han Dynasty was bold in writing the book of Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty. The emperor felt filial piety and abolished the butcher’s punishment, not only saving his father, but also doing a good thing for later generations. Xu Shu didn’t marry her husband because he was disfigured, and Princess Lechang of Chen Guo in the Southern Dynasty was waiting for a second time together. The beauty of the Warring States period, he Shi, was more straightforward, dying for love and never being expensive. The beauty of a woman lies in the atmosphere of love. Faced with the husband who was the prime minister of the country, the wife who was the servant didn’t stick to each other to recognize each other. She just sang with the help of the piano and the strings, recalling the poor and happy life in the past. I am sincere whether I recognize or not. Zhuo Wenjun ran for love at night, sold wine for love as loam, and decided for love. Love you is my business. If you don’t love me anymore, I will grieve but never plead, not to mention dragging water. I only hope to be a person with one heart and never leave each other. Men regard women as a Acacia fan, and use it to get into the arms of the Emperor, and abandon it to lose the trunk. The kindness is perfect, and it is the best choice for Ban Jieyu to retreat away. Not only for life insurance, more self-respect self-respect. Love deeply, hate bitterly, but refuse to be humble. The beauty of a woman lies in that love has fun, talent and intelligence. All kinds of love are contained in Pearl and jade-like poems so that later generations can taste the aftertaste. “Yan Yan” written by Wei Zhuang Jiang became an enlightenment poem of farewell, and “Lei” made by his wife for Liu Xianhui who died made the disciples not change a word. Zuo Fen and Ban Zhao’s talent won the status of royal imperial lecturer. Xu Shu and his husband created a new literary theme. Liu Lingxian was sad to write “the worship of husband” and let the man stop writing. Su Boyu’s wife’s poem in the plate and Su Hui’s poem in the palatological poem are so clever that they are beyond the past. Bao Linghui wrote the ancient poems perfectly and skillfully, while Shen man wished to write a beautiful and clear flower and grass. Mrs. Hua Rui, who is beautiful, can also write more than 100 “Palace ci”. Cai Yan, who had been married for three times in his life and had gone through ups and downs, wrote 108 sentences with tears and 540 words of “grief and indignation poem”. Was it easy for men to do it? The patriotic family has made the country a peaceful family, and he wrote poems handed down from ancient times. The beauty of women, love and righteousness, love and hate. Soft but not weak, strong but not horizontal. Give up the ego at the critical moment and achieve the overall situation. Live rationally and write emotionally. Such a woman, beautiful! Wei zai! Such a woman has it from ancient times to today. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Unwilling

Lying alone in bed, I don’t want to think or think about anything. I have been recalling in recent days, looking through all the things I have left, in different places and in different periods. It seems that those days that I can’t go back can lie quietly in places that are not noticed. Only I am pursuing my own past. I doubted again and again, and hesitated again and again. Until now, I am still not sure whether I can live up to the past. Although I have told myself many times, the real beginning should start from this moment I am a person who likes nostalgia and likes to look for things that I have never seen in the process of nostalgia, no matter good or bad. Some people say that this is a reaction of lack of security, some say that this is a choice that doesn’t like the status quo, and some say that I may be trapped in the whirlpool of the past too deep. I don’t want to correct or deny all kinds of different sayings, because I don’t know what I am doing! Of course, I have also spent time thinking about it, but it seems that I can get different results every time. Looking back at those fleeting times, I felt flustered, confused, scared and regretful inexplicably. When there were some tears streaming down my face, I felt as if I was looking at stories that didn’t belong to me from my own standpoint. It may be because of the sadness of the unreachable self in the story, and for the unreachable self. Past of time! Not long ago, I silently made a small wish that I would never let down the past time. At that time, I carefully arranged dreams one after another in that secret place. I was afraid of being pried out, so I planned to take care of them with my heart. -Later? Yet there was no good start but a bad ending came to an end, which betrayed his promise like that. I am not willing to blame others, but I am not willing to punish myself, but is there any way to have the best of both sides? Let me know that my IQ is not enough, so I don’t know where to start. If I don’t recall it deliberately, then those things that are not deep or shallow should disappear without trace! Although I haven’t reached the age of senile dementia, sometimes I feel like I have amnesia. Things that happened a few days ago will become blurred, and things that happened a few years ago will be forgotten completely, the terrible thing is to forget that some people who came to my life once heard that they could meet about 2000 people in their life, but I don’t know whether I will meet so many. I always feel that meeting thousands of people can only pass by, but the people who really meet and know each other are less than one in ten thousand, so sometimes it seems a little confused. However, those confused times still passed. Although they did not pass quickly, they were finally left in an invisible place. In the past, I always thought that life was long and time would walk slowly, but when I walked, I found that the time I had passed had been pulled apart for a long time, as if it would come to the end of my life soon. At this time, I found that my wrong thoughts could not change anything. I didn’t know whether I could rely on my own efforts to retain anything except recalling them over and over again. In fact, I just want to keep some of my own time and traces in it. It’s still true: may you and I live up to the past time! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Home in

The mountains and rivers, fields, villages and vegetation outside the tall buildings could not reach my eyes, but I could imagine. They have been kept in my memory, active in my thinking and presented in my dream. That was the place where I was born and raised. At the foot of Jincheng mountain, there were beautiful mountains, dense trees and steep slopes. I have measured the length of those ridges with my feet, and I have tested the temperature of the sun with my body, from morning to sunset, from spring and autumn to winter and summer. They have truly accompanied me, trained my physical strength, tested my endurance and tempered my perseverance. They make me unforgettable, they make me dream. Once the pain comes to memory, it becomes sweet. The dribs and drabs of that poor age were like the water that opened the gate. Yuojinggou is my hometown, and Songpo Ridge is the hill behind my house. There are several private plots on the slope. The snakes in the field once held in my hands like squeezing wheat stalks when I was cutting wheat, when there was a feeling of coolness of flesh and meat, the seven souls had lost their spirit. Fortunately, the sun had not set down yet. I shouted out of my soul and called my brother here. With my brother, I wouldn’t be afraid anymore, because he was tough and dared to pass by the big grave mountain which hanged people in the middle of the night, the new House ditch that buried people alive, the newly developed Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch head. These roads I am dare not go alone. Few people in our village dare, and there were also bold people who didn’t believe in evil. It was because they went back home at night after going to the market. When passing the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch, the ghosts were beaten black and blue, so far, no reason has been found. Therefore, the problem of outlet has been bothering me. I think if one day I walk out of this place, which way will I go home? My house is surrounded by mountains. The smooth rice field in front of the door extends outward to qingyuntang reservoir. There are two roads to go, but I dare not choose those two roads, A liangfengya, which was going to cross xinwugou Dafen Mountain to the red slope beam opposite the reservoir and then climbed over the Sun to rest, went down the mountain, another road heading southeast through the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch is a narrow road of about ten miles with high mountains in the middle of the canyon on both sides; the route behind the house is from the northeast to the east, where the sun rises to the top of the mountain and then goes down to the north. The Road is rugged, high and dense, and few families, There are often small animals running out of the forest, and they are worried that they will encounter robbers and epilepsy when they pass their heads. They have no choice but to go, I had to stay obediently in that place like a basin to be a frog at the bottom of the well and enjoy myself. In fact, there is nothing wrong with the life of a frog in the bottom of a well. What people live is a mentality, which has nothing to do with money or houses. The terrain surrounded by mountains happens to be as peaceful and warm as a cradle. The Jincheng mountain in the North is like a barrier, blocking the cold wind in winter and warming the people living here; The downwind village and Montenegro extending from north to East keep pace with it, only one exit forehead is left between them. Every time the sun climbs up the Heishan Mountain, the whole village becomes fresh, fresh and lively. The trees on those hills were first favored by sunshine, just like a young girl who had taken a shower wearing a layer of gauze, standing on the stage, pure and elegant. The adults in the village got up, drove the chickens and ducks out of the house, carrying the hoe to the ground; The child got up, narrowed his eyes and led the cattle and sheep up the mountain. Chickens and ducks incited their wings and shook off the dust; Cattle and sheep stretched their necks and sang loudly; Those birds had been chattering for a long time, shuttling back and forth among the branches, the lively and quiet village played the harmonious joy of nature. The poor and backward village lived with simple villagers, who lived on the mountain and ate on the water. Yuojinggou, a place with mountains and water, is just like a paradise. There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. Beauty lies in nature, and everything goes with the flow. People who work at Sunrise and rest at sunset often get together and chat after dinner, which is as lively as a fair. That was the moment I liked. I could relax and do whatever I wanted, especially on summer nights, all sizes in the yard came out. Everyone was talking like a meeting, and the parents of the East and the West were short-lived. The words from all over the world were open, and the Foreign Affairs in ancient and modern times came. My father was good at telling stories, because he was literate and had read a lot of books. His “Xue Rengui’s expedition to the West” impressed me deeply. Although he didn’t remember the specific plot, the name was always unforgettable; my brother can also tell stories. Although I don’t remember what he said, I always appreciate his talent. He is good at farm work and good at reading. It is a pity that the times are not good and he encountered the Great Cultural Revolution, therefore, the future was buried in the cattle-raising field; Other people in the same courtyard would tell ghost stories such as the King of caokou, which were horrible and frightening. They said that they passed the graveyard in the evening, if there was no grass growing on the tomb, It is possible to encounter a ferocious-looking inhuman monster with dishevelled hair, open the big mouth of the blood basin, reveal two teeth which are bigger and longer than the teeth of the dog, suck passers-by into his mouth, and then you can imagine what happened later. I was very scared when listening to ghost stories. When I heard someone talking about it, my back felt numb. I quickly moved the small bench to the middle of people’s circle; Listening to ghost stories was very exciting and gave me endless imagination, imagine the ghost king when passing by the grave, and the image of passers-by lost his soul was also in his mind. Many years later, I didn’t see the tomb which didn’t grow grass, nor did I hear rumors like who met the king of caokou. It can be seen that those words were totally nonsense. Life at that time was monotonous, but full of human feelings. Adults gathered together to set up a portal array. Children played crazily in the yard dam. Fighting and peddling were regular programs. Singing and reciting were occasionally recalled. It was poetic to catch fireflies in the field in summer night, it is very cool to catch the moon in the well. It is challenging to catch a mountain mouse in the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest next to the House, the mountain mouse always plays dissonant sounds there. It is annoying to quarrel and wants to shoot it to death, it was just that the smell of the mountain was bad, but the most worrying thing was to let it bite back. Fortunately, such a thing had never happened. The time of leisure and entertainment is always short. Although the children are in high spirits, they have to leave one after another with their parents. One year’s time ended in the alternation of day and night, and one year’s time passed away in reading and farm work. Year after year, I felt that going to school was the most beautiful thing. When I was tired of work, I went to school to have a rest. When I was tired of study, I went home to do farm work. My brain and physical strength took turns to learn knowledge and exercise, what is bitter is just the uninterrupted physical work during summer and winter vacations. Now I miss that time a little, I feel that I can enjoy the beauty given by nature by shuttling through the mountains, and I feel that I can experience the simple mutual help and neighborhood feelings by living in the village, I felt that living in a farm could fully enjoy the care of my father and brother. At that time, life was bitter but full of hope. Reading hope holiday, holiday a hope reading, busy hope Slack, a year most wish for the new year. Carrots and Mimi are sweet. Seeing that the new year is coming, kids want to eat meat, but dad has no money. Children’s songs express the helplessness and bitterness of life, and the charm of New Year grows secretly in children’s hearts. During the Spring Festival, every family cooks New Year’s Eve dinner. The fragrance of roast pig’s skull and pig’s tail spreads everywhere, and the village is filled with strong smell of new year. Take a deep breath, then take a deep breath, ah, it’s really fragrant! The saliva was going to flow out. When the ancestors set off firecrackers, the whole family sat around a table or several tables in a yard. It was lively and cheerful, harmonious and harmonious, the sweet and warm pictures are fixed into the true portrayal of folk life. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

The dream

Time is engraved on the past, and whether the persistent dream ripples due to the quivering between dribs and drabs. The passing time, the passing warmth, the cyan sky, the clouds and haze have already disappeared, a dream of wind, flowers, snow and moon. Whether you are overlooking the distance now with your sad eyes. Whether the imaginary wings are still soaring persistently in the wind. Whether the trace of love has already changed its appearance. Tears in eyes, people in missing, thousands of promises, whether they have fallen flowers and become flowing water, the heavy footsteps have been held for thousands of years due to a beautiful dream. The fireworks across the bank were flourishing like the golden years; The sunshine after the rain and the gathering and scattering Dykes unconsciously made ripples of dreams. In the reincarnation of deep and shallow fate, the love thought held up by both hands, let the lead shine, without any regret. In that colorless night, the wind quietly knocked at the window lattice. I couldn’t be calm in my heart in the dreamy obsession, maybe it was just a grain of sand and a wave in the sea. The rivers and lakes of wind, flowers, snow and Moon have hesitated, expected, gained and lost. A period of past, a shallow emotion, but unfortunately cooled down to the end can only be interpreted with a once, with a calm to cover. What can the short ripples of dream be counted? The Long Song laughs at the sky, seeing the light of tears, the sadness in the bottom of my heart, the ripples of dreams, but only the innocent eyes are hanging on my face. When life responsibility becomes the leading role, where can the dissolute soul truly find the placement of soul? Where will the ripples of dreams get temporary peace? I couldn’t help asking lightly, why did the original heart that was once hot become so slim now? Is it because the hair has never been white, the beauty has never been old, or because of the agreement that can never be realized, let oneself trudge and wander alone in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, does it seem to be at a loss? The persistent dream stepped on the unpredictable lines in the fate. Even if the journey fell many times, it would not be annoying that he walked out of the immature past, what can the short ripples really be? When all the memories are deeply locked by the misty rain, which can’t be worn through and can’t walk out, I want to borrow a few wisps of misty rain to hide myself deeply in this mysterious country of poetry garden, but faith involuntarily made me try hard not to forget the dream. The soul is on the shore, the soul is stranded, and those little regrets and feelings in the heart will be like the lotus on the soul. Every night, it will always be occupied by some wet feeling and light up the ripples. In the silent season, though Misty and rainy, the world of mortals has fallen, hiding in the cool breeze. Those poetic, pictorial and true words, somehow, are totally different from what I thought and what I saw. Just like this fairy tale that can’t stand the test of time, it is getting farther and farther, getting weaker and weaker. No longer sentimentally attached to the road that came, all the sentimental past, persistent dreams, casual chatter and lost tenderness. Then whether it is just because of existence, but because of concern. Whether it is only because of persistence that it ripples. Whether the passing years will one day never find the traces of the past and the traces of the past. Hey, what can the short ripples of dream really count? A few photos of childhood, the time painted with bright ink, the past and drizzle were finally just a disrepair Chen Huang paper painting, which was scattered in the wind with a slight touch. Just like the ending without a beginning, who still remembers who is the past and who is the paradise of his life. After going through the ups and downs, when desperate to retain, the so-called Freedom, the so-called good life, wake up now, is it really the Concord dream? How can those persistent dreams and short ripples easily smooth the rough times and the yearning for a better life. On a windy night, the corners of my eyes were a little wet. I can’t bear to see that piece of dead leaves rushing to fate without any purpose. What about the short ripples of holding dreams? Whether it was just a short time to stand on the shore of life, when watching the scenery on the other shore, it was just like those flowers, which opened and thanked, and those lights turned on and off. Reaching out and touching the fragile years, the deeper the memory is, the heavier the injury is. However, those memories stranded by time can only be wasted endlessly and disappeared endlessly. It’s OK in the depth of the season, I’m intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers, I’m sitting in the warmth of life with a handful of sunshine, let the ripples of dreams flow under the tip of the pen without hesitation. Sitting at the stern of youth, looking back at the scenery of the bow, the trees on the shore and the people on the shore will all sail far away one by one. Perhaps the only thing that has not changed is the direction of life, that brave and persistent heart. No longer obsessed with the scenery of the past, no longer obsessed with the impossible dreams of childhood, lost things, maybe you should give up, pick it up, in fact, has changed the taste, changed the mood. Don’t laugh, don’t make trouble, there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the memory, butterflies dancing, and the crisp and pleasant voice of the bird, but at this time, you are invited to enjoy this happy time involuntarily and secretly. The ripples between dreams can only stay in the heart pond calmly. Then gently wave goodbye to the moon full of febrile diseases and quietly hold hands to bid farewell to that vague nightmare. Maybe I just thought for a while, disturbing the past, the vanished past. Hiding in the depth of time, I walked into the same country and the same heaven again after a short ripple of dream? Even though the thorns in the front are full of roads, they will hurt their own loose bodies, the red covered by buried flowers and the sadness held by the moon are just passing away with the wind, how can they easily stop them? The ripples of the dream, the short confusion, the distant distance, but at this time, I am no longer confused because of the persistent yearning. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I only

I want to go far away, travel and wander. I just want to be alone, carrying my luggage and quietly stepping on the journey to find my paradise. Years are quiet, I just want someone. Leaving the hustle and bustle of traffic, stepping on every inch of the land I ‘ve been longing for, sucking every breath of elegance and quietness, watching the eagle hitting the sky, watching the fish flying in the shallow bottom, gently closing my eyes, enjoying the quietness of the years flowing peacefully, inward-looking, not involving red, sit-Mo, waiting flowers. Shaohua goes by, I just want someone. A person strolls under the moonlight, imagining the mystery of the night sky; A person leans lightly on the ancient tree until the first leaf on the tree turns bright red; A person stands quietly in the rain, listening to the slight rain telling the ancient myth of Jiangnan. Listen to music alone, watch plays alone, perform by yourself, clap for yourself and be fascinated by yourself. Most of the time, I am not alone. I can’t stand the bustle of a group of people. I love to laugh, which does not mean my happiness. Behind the mask of smile is a heart full of tears; My love to laugh does not mean my happiness, but I have already been used to playing a heartless role. However, after laughing, the spare time is just a person’s sorrow. When I am alone, I can enjoy silence quietly. I am not a freak or an alien. I am just a stubborn child, a child who likes silence but has to smile and fantasy, but knows the cruel reality well. I know that I am not a princess in the castle, so there is no prince riding a white horse, and that person driving colorful clouds will only appear in his dream. Sometimes I think that they are so cruel that they transplant those false dreams into my heart, but when they are deeply rooted, they tell me that they are all false. Who can tell me, which sentence should I believe and which sentence is true? Or maybe all of them are fake. Is it because I am too stupid or naive, or the reality should be like this. If this is the so-called reality, then I would rather be blinded forever. Now, I am tired, tired, true or false, right or wrong is no longer important. I just want a person to stay away from the troubles of the world and look for the peach blossom source that belongs to me. I just want to listen to more sad music, hurt my heart and shed tears when I am sad; I just want to watch the sky and walk alone when I want to escape, traveling alone, listening to insects and birds, watching clouds, sitting on the horizon, waiting for the rising sun and sunset, waiting for the changes of the stars and the moon. I like to stand on the overpass quietly when I am alone, lean against the handrail lightly, look up at the night sky, let my thoughts go and fly to the distant place of dreams. But passers-by looked at me with pitiful eyes. I smiled lightly. I didn’t want to die, but to be alone, quietly. This may be my only freedom. Please don’t disturb me. I like to look straight into the distance at the right height. I can’t see the end of the city in the direction of thousands of lights. Who is waiting for the night sky filled with ink? Who misses the breeze passing through my ears? Where the sun rises, will there be sunset glow? Who is attached to the sky at 45 degrees? Where dreams disappear, whose tears are flying? Will the world change when I forget everything? The dream will start again, will I not catch up with the last bus? In fact, I have never left, but I can’t find where my dreams have gone. The leaves on the tree turned yellow, fell down, and finally disappeared. Who could tell me whether they were tired, asleep or not. The dreams in my heart are lost, faded and dispersed. Who can tell me whether they will come back again. I once wanted to meet you in the most beautiful years of my life, but life could not give me this miracle. Now, I have to sing a monologue under the gorgeous spotlight. The big stage, the lonely figure, no applause, no applause, I am a little at a loss. In the middle of the performance, I really wanted to leave, but my reason told me that I should carry out my dream to the end, not retreat, not give up. So I was more careful, but how should I end up with the disordered dance steps? At that moment, I really wanted to be alone, listening to the music I liked and dancing my life; At that moment, I really wanted to be willful for once, just once, rushing out of the bustling crowd and chasing the past sea. But at that moment, I suddenly lost my courage. Did I worry too much, or should my nature be like this? Now, I just want to walk alone, eat alone, travel alone, listen to the sound of youth ending alone, watch the sunset, end alone, end alone and grow old alone. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…